mandag 23. april 2012

When lovely woman stoops to folly...


And find to late the man in Love
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away ?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her interest from every eye,
To give love to her lover.
And wring his bosom, is --- to die.



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